Poetry

When it

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Feels like everything is gray and there is only a little bit of joy.

When the day is long, nothing is how it should be.

When words come and go like the seasons of your life.

When you cling to the word hope as if that’s all you have left now.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes